Sunday, November 5, 2017






Winter days are coming soon.
 Our summer 2017 was filled with happy memories and many more memories to make in the days to come. 

Ady turns 3

 Happy Birthday, Adeline!

 October 29, 2017  Ady is 3 years old.

 Baby Bo Bo

Our big girl, all potty trained and leaving the church nursery, she advanced into children's church!

Anna, Ady and Carson come to Michigan for a visit

Anna brought the children up to stay with us in late September. 
The temperature reached into the 90's for a few days, so we were able to swim and Lena brought the boys up to share in the unusual warmth.

Ady had never seen the "Big water" as she called it. She also loved the beach.

We also went to the Grand Traverse Mall where Ady thought she'd be brave enough to ride the carousel, but she decided to wait til next year to mount one of those scary rides! 

Dinner out as Ady was intrigued watching the model electric train that ran the perimeter of the restaurant upper level. Carson ( or as Ady refers to him, "baby Bo Bo") in his very handsome sweater that I knit for him.




Autumn came the last few days they were here and how Ady loved to see the leaves falling. She said the trees had to lose their leaves to get ready for winter. Ha ha--she has no idea what winter even is.

The trip home to Texas after a fun filled 2 weeks in Michigan!


Joe, Liz, Zach, Bethany and Joshua

 All of Joe's children love their sports!

 Joshy has gotten really good at soccer this year!

 Bethany is a sweetheart

 Bethany, Liz, Joe, Josh and Zach

 A beautiful day

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; 
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 
Shakespeare sonnet 18